Friday, December 9, 2022

Pink Flower.

The hills breathe in
the summer that is you
Of springtime beam
you drown away the blues

Young a bud you may outwardly seem
But your petals are warm and pink and serene
Your shoot is strong and your leaves are green
The rays above to shower you a queen

Only happiness and goodness
do I wish come your way
Have I too a part to partake?
Dear so very much do I pray.

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